Not unlike needed caresses or gentle kisses, the morning sun did bathe my upturned face in needed glow of restorative warmth. An encouraging respite after weeks of clouds and cold rain to lift my flagging spirts, supported and enhanced by the celebratory songs of a plethora of birds, all this perhaps the shining moments of glory in my entire self isolated day.
One day out of the 322 days, 7,728 hours of my self isolation time served. Doing time having done no crime. With more to come, when one must seek out those special simple uplifting events. These little moments in time that can feed and nourish our souls, maybe even keep us sane in this time of plague upon the land.